Inspecting you both

"All right, up," the dwarf to your captor's right orders. The two of you slowly begin climbing up from your knees, still hugging each other tightly. "Hey, come on, up!" he demands, slapping your ass with the flat of his axe for emphasis. Not wanting to enrage them any further, the two of you shoot up all the way upright, though you still remain holding each other.

"Ey now, face heah, lemme see ya," your original captor orders. He nudges your arms with the end of his now sheathed sword to demonstrate what he wants.

"Okay, okay, here, is this what you want?" you shakily muster. It takes all your strength to keep your arms at your sides, knowing that attempting to cover up would only incur their wrath.

"Oh, yeah, you's some fine bitches," he gloats looking you up and down again. "Ey wait, what's dat?" His brow furrows as he looks Siora over. "You's a bitch, what's dat?" The confusion in his voice is obvious.

"You, elf, turn around," the half-orc to his left orders. Siora gives you a confused look, but you silently urge her to comply. She turns her back to the men without protest, garnering a whistle from the man who's claimed you.

"At least the elf bitch 'as a nice ass," he jeers. "Shame I can still see 'er bollocks. Might 'ave to chop 'em off." You notice Siora tense up at that jest.

"Now bend over, elf," the half-orc orders again. She bends over at the waist, raising her ass slightly and putting her hands on her knees to keep her balance. "See, she's still a bitch, Tav," he nudges the human in the middle for emphasis.

"Aye, 'at'll do," Tav nods in approval before turning to you. "Now yer not so exotic," he starts as he gives you a more thorough look up and down. "But you's quite the slut. Wrote it on yerself fer e'ryone ta see." He points with his sheathed sword towards the magic crest etched just above your crotch. Your cheeks turn red. Somehow someone other than Siora seeing this crest is more embarrassing to you than having your nude body gawked at.

Your embarrassment continues, with Tav moving his attention to your bust. He cups your right breast with his free hand. You do your best to stay still through this ****, letting his calloused fingers feel up your soft curves. When his rough fingertips reach your nipple and pinch it, you can't help but let out a squeak. "A'right, slut, you too," he barks at you.

"I... What?" you ask, not understanding what he wants from you.

"What, are ya dumb, slut?" he mocks you. "Turn 'round, show yer ass!" You immediately spin around, not wanting to anger him any further. "Aye there ya go, now bend ovah." You comply, taking the same posture as Siora. You can't see your captors now, so you jump a little when you suddenly feel Tav's calloused hand against the curve of your ass cheek. "Nice 'n sensitive, I see," he comments. You reluctantly stay in place, though your arms and legs begin trembling.

You let out a relieved breath when he lets go, but you get no time to collect yourself before Tav gives another order. "A'right, now spread 'em," he barks. You don't immediately understand what he means, but when you look over to Siora you get it. She has one hand on each of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to show off her holes to these ruffians. "Go on, slut, ya friend 'ere gets it!" Tav jeers, making you hurriedly comply as well. "Aye, now ya get it. You's got some nice bitch'oles on ya." You hear Siora squeal as Tav lands a firm slap on her ass, followed closely by your own voice leaking out as he repeats on you. "Now git goin', bitches. Gotta make all this huntin' worth the time."